I have found the Breath of Life
Of Whom few words resound
That scare tell of His mighty love
Which set me back around
To pictures tongues cannot suffice
Nor pen nor pencil tell
Though etches vie – for Him, to show! –
His presence solely quells
The searches of our aching hearts
The weeping of our souls
And with no phrase our mind could hear
He made our living whole
So find me in the absence
Of what is understood
He’ll meet you on the outskirts
Of what you said He could
We’ll find Him in our beating hearts
Our souls now overflow’d
Where minds won’t vie to demonstrate
His power – precious so
Lessons in Veritas 